Lyrics: George Alex Spyropoulos/Patrick Campbell-Lyons/Ray Singer
Music: George Alex Spyropoulos/Patrick Campbell-Lyons/Ray Singer
Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
That certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be
When you leave
In a room just five foot eight
I sit alone and I will wait
To hear from you if you do decide to
Don't try to humour me
With letters I can't read
Don't sympathise with me
Don't try to be discreet
Photograph that's in my case
Will travel with me every place
Reminding me what to be for you love
Orchards smell of sweet perfume
The mountainside is now in bloom
And I am here waiting for your company
Don't try to humour me
With letters I can't read
The clock's at half past three
It's stopped to wake like me
Photograph that's in my case
Will travel with me every place
Reminding me what to be for you love
Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
That certain smile upon your face
Is telling me what's to be
When you leave